They say friends that turn into lovers never work,and at first I believed them until I experienced the wonders but also the pain it contains.1970 was the year I discovered a women with a personality of an angel but the looks of a devil.16th august; A pungent flowery sent filled my nose as I sat at the bar,this was not expected as I was surrounded by alcohol,I looked to my left and to my surprise a smart put together women with dark brown fluffy hair and stilettos with a rather skinny heal sat comfortably in her seat.
I walked haphazardly towards the seat next to her suddenly insecure about my own walk,I eye the bartender a round faced,boyish and almost pretty man.He wouldn't be half as hard to attract as the intimidating knife of a woman that was sat next to me.He strode over tossing a dirty white towel over his shoulder.Five minutes later I'm drinking my tequila sunrise welcoming the burn it brings,the citrusy drink making the bartenders clutter and small talk quieter and the woman beside me glances louder,her beautiful cherry red lips louder the music quieter.She caught me staring her twenty percent smile and eighty percent smirk was a doorway to a long line of irresistible mistakes.
